A sinister and mysterious grove.
Three men stood together in an eerie manner, the atmosphere so quiet that it seemed frozen...
Enemies meet, hatred simmers.
Charman’s eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Heaven has not disappointed those who strive, he seized his chance!
Remembering how he had relentlessly worked day and night for the secret organization, rising early and going to bed late to spread believers.
No days off, no salary, no guarantees.
Even because the job was too special, he didn’t dare buy insurance.
When he learned that Lord Kaz had been captured, he had to step up to lead alongside Guman, commanding the Abyssal Ascetic Association’s Blood Lord faction.
When he first took over the Abyssal Ascetic Association, it hadn’t developed much, its ideology lacked change, and a bunch of worthless followers only lingered in the shadows. Most importantly, there was no fresh blood joining, no fame.
As for money, they couldn’t afford a villa as a base.
As for people, there were just a few, shrinking into their small rooms to play with female followers every day.
A bunch of useless cowards, unable to stand on their own.
He performed a ritual to ask Lord Kaz, and Kaz replied with just one sentence: No money, but a life! I warn you, Charman, stop bothering me with these trivial matters, find a way yourself.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
In less than three years, the Abyssal Ascetic Association had everything: connections, sealing objects, detailed battle plans.
They had money for money, people for people.
With development and expansion, it had secretly become an undeniable strong force.
If not for this foundation, would he dare to confront Linjiang City, dare to plan a rescue at Hades Prison to save the spiritual leader?
But a smooth-going plan.
Collapsed swiftly due to a failure just a few days ago.
Bruce’s death, the destruction of the Dead Dog Tavern base, Linjiang City’s official powers began to madly clear out the secret organizations, the forces he painstakingly developed suffered heavy blows.
His old friends who had been with him for many years died under the Holy Light Church’s judgment.
If not for Allen’s betrayal at a critical moment, he wouldn’t have escaped death either.
The Demon Paper plan was destroyed, all bases and branches uprooted, rescuing Lord Kaz became a luxury.
Even collaborating with the Demon Race offered no possibility.
Only he remained alone, struggling to hold on.
Seven channels built with immense resources for escaping after prison break had to be activated prematurely, going for broke.
In the past few weeks, under Linjiang City’s control, the channels had stabilized.
Even those exotic beasts from the Spirit Realm were slain to the point where they dared not come.
When the blood sacrifice energies of the seven channels dissipated, the channels would disappear.
The career he worked hard for all his life.
Three years of painstaking cultivation, ultimately ending in ruin.
He still failed after all.
Just a few days ago, he confirmed the bad news of Allen’s death, the last shred of hope completely shattered.
Now what he must do is, iron! blood! revenge!
"Baiyu, never thought I’d really get to seize the opportunity."
"It’s all because of you that our plan failed."
Charman’s eyes were filled with hatred and anger, his whole body swelled, flesh writhing beneath his clothes.
Baiyu frowned and discreetly held the gun grip within his sleeve: "Who the hell are you?"
Charman and Chang Long were both stunned.
That immense resentment paused for a moment.
"Please, don’t put on that bitter enemy face as if we are familiar. This is the first time we’ve met, right."
Baiyu showed no fear.
"Yes, it’s indeed the first time." Charman coldly said: "But it was because of you that Bruce’s plan was ruined, the Dead Dog Tavern base destroyed because of you...
After doing such things, will you still walk away alive today?
Bruce, Song Jinshan, Allen, these people all died at your hands.
Scraps from the Holy Light Church.
Pretending to be harmless students but doing things like a demon."
His tone grew more excited with each word.
Baiyu’s expression gradually shifted.
"So you’re the dog who plotted against me in the dark!"
Seeing the two people opposite.
Baiyu was furious: "Can’t believe the evil accuses first. The Holy Light Church has nothing to do with me, I’m just an ordinary student who wishes to read and study quietly, live a simple life.
But you villains insist on pushing me, wishing to put me to death.
I’m merely defending myself!
If you hadn’t provoked me, I wouldn’t bother with you.
I know your forces are strong, I’m a weak student unable to fight you, I’m afraid, afraid I’ll lose my life to you one day, I was even unable to sleep and eat for a period.
I must beat you to death!"
In almost the blink of an eye.
Baiyu raised his hand and fired, bullets from the R8 bullet clip shot out instantly, aiming at the vital spots of the two men.
"Useless, ordinary bullets mean very little to martial artists."
Chang Long lightly stepped forward, blood qi swirling as he reached with his large hand.
A gap was opened in his palm, blood gushing.
"Magical items? Bullets imbued with blood qi?" Chang Long’s face showed a look of surprise, abandoning any pretension, his body quickly moved left to dodge subsequent fatal bullets.
But Baiyu had already seized the opportunity to move closer.
He coldly laughed, a hint of mockery flashing across his face, his muscles instantly swelling, emitting a piercing roar akin to a fierce tiger, a punch carrying endless power cleaved through the air towards the front.
A killing move cultivated over decades.
His entire body’s blood qi exploded at this moment, concentrated in this punch.
From the front, no one could absolutely withstand it!
Inside Baiyu, Ice Skin Jade Bone Skill activated, without hesitation he initiated the Ice Skin Jade Bone Skill’s ability - carbonic explosion.
Blood qi increased tenfold within five seconds, during that period unable to die in any way.
Five seconds of true man!
So facing Chang Long’s punch, he neither dodged nor evaded, his gaze icy cold, responding with a similar punch.
"Great Ape King Fist!"
Blood qi expanded tenfold, breaking through the limit of a Tier Nine Martial Artist.
As this punch was thrown.
A dreadful ape cry sounded.
A majestic phantom of the Divine Ape flashed and disappeared, terrifying pressure descended like mountains and seas.
Chang Long’s face changed instantly at this moment.
This terrifying blood qi was like the feeling he had facing exotic beasts when he was an ordinary person.
Before the punch arrived, the intent preceded.
The fist intent of the Divine Ape almost suppressed the flow of blood qi within him to a standstill in this instant, his Divine Soul and spirit trembling under it.
Data clearly shows, this kid just started martial dao two months ago...
Linjiang’s teaching schedule, ancient martial arts courses would only be taught in the last semester of senior year.
He advanced from an ordinary person to this level in just two months?
Chang Long’s heart felt like it was pierced by thousands of needles, all his strength exploded, the threat of death pressing directly on his mind.
His pupil saw the fist enlarge, accompanied by Baiyu’s cold expression piercing his heart.
"I am too afraid of you guys, so, please rest in peace."